"It's not your fault, it's actually Han Yue's fault." Wu Yue shook her head and sighed.
"Student Hanyue is not wrong! Why do you say it was classmate Hanyue's fault?" Jing Hao asked angrily.
"Hehe, of course it was Han Yue's fault. Who made her wear a cloak and a veil all day long, making it mysterious, and she is too smart, too imposing, too cute,
Such girls will naturally attract jealousy, so it’s not Han Yue’s fault, who’s fault?”
"Uh? Is there any mistake like this?" Jing Hao was stunned for a moment. Han Yue was the most beautiful girl, and it was normal to attract jealousy, but Han Yue was absolutely wrong.
"Of course there is something wrong, just like me. Because I am so outstanding, many tutors from other departments are jealous of me. Gossip is indispensable. Alas, it's all my fault, just get used to it." Wu
Yue said helplessly.
"Wu Yue, you are the most narcissistic person I have ever seen." Jing Hao said contemptuously, not only narcissistic, but also thick-skinned. Han Yue clearly doesn't want to talk to Wu Yue, but Wu Yue insists on sticking to it, causing trouble.
Classmate Hanyue was unhappy.
"This is not called narcissism, this is called self-confidence. It is better than you, a stupid boy with inferiority." Wu Yue snorted lightly.
"I..." Jing Hao was speechless for a moment and lowered his head a little depressed. Is he inferior? No wonder his elder brother always said that he was too modest, but in fact he was inferior.
"Silly kid, although you are a little stupid, your qualifications are not bad, your character is not bad, your cultivation is not bad, you are kind-hearted, diligent and studious, you don't need to be inferior, if you are a teacher, don't worry..."
"Die Wu Yue! Don't call me a stupid child!" Jing Hao's face turned red with anger. He is not a child!!!
...
In the last room to the west, its window faces the green mountains, and sometimes the cries of birds are heard, and the gentle wind blows.
The gauze curtain in the room was slightly raised, and there was a pot of tea I had just brewed on the table, and the tea smelled like a room.
Qiongying had taken off her cloak and was wearing a long lilac dress, noble and elegant. She sat by the window reading, perhaps to pass the time.
Ye Chen took a plate of pastries and saw that the tea was already a little cold, so he poured out the tea and made it again.
Suddenly, Qiongying put down the book in her hand and walked out from behind the scenes of the veil. She saw him making tea endlessly.
Ye Chen felt someone behind him, immediately put down the teacup in his hand, turned around, and said, "Master."
"Don't worry about me, you can continue." Qiongying sat in the chair on the side, but his eyes looked at him as if he was observing something.
Ye Chen was slightly stunned, and then continued to make tea. He felt a look on him. He was a little confused and almost knocked over the tea cup.
Seeing this, Qiongying couldn't help but smile, and then said, "Ye Chen, would it be strange if I asked you to do these things?"
Strange? Ye Chen was stunned. What does it mean? Many times, the questions she asked were too profound, which would make him at a loss or unable to answer them; sometimes, the questions she asked were very... Common sense, almost no one didn't know
;Other times, the questions she asked were very strange, so strange that there was no answer, for example now.
"Ye Chen doesn't know what's strange?" he said in confusion.
"It's what you are doing now. I ask you to make tea, cook, wash, clean, etc. Do you feel strange? Or do you feel tired?"
"Not surprising, not tired." Ye Chen felt a chill in his heart and replied nervously.